Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Sunday, January 05, 2014

a few stones removed now and there

New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

in the cobbled pathwayshadows whisper to meabout your presenceI can't see you in the scarlet nightnor do I see in the day lightbut when the sky walks behind meI feel your caressa light warm touch of something unknown

spare me a bit, save my sanityI expect you to come soonIt might seem strange to somethat I await for youunknown unseen to be struck by you

an unlikely pairone flesh and bloodother no one knows whatthere is always a first, isn't there?

"uneven gait is sometimes the destinyand it is also the periphery vision"

There is something uniquely mysterious about walking cobblestone streets on a dark night. Can almost hear the footfalls behind as one walks along, real or ghost images of the past? I enjoyed your take on this weeks image very much.

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.